Pratice Quotes & Sayings

It is much wiser to let your inner beauty shine through a drab gown than to attempt to conceal it with physical accoutrements. — Marissa Meyer

Maybe we've grown out of each other. — David Nicholls

Experience shows that what great role pratice and experience play in education; pratice, the prolonged exercice lead to habit: exemple suggests imitation. Habit can become a second nature, but, wrongly directed (or guided), it may also heighten (or intensify) unfortunate tendencies and be an obstacle to progress. — African Spir

Online publication is fine with me, in part because I hope to collect those stories later. — Gene Wolfe

We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle cannot be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory. Remember that pianist who said that if he did not pratice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.
A variation of this is true for writers. Not that your style, whatever that is, would melt out of shape in those few days.
But what would happen is that the world would catch up with and try to sicken you. If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both. — Ray Bradbury

We are living in an age of grace, in which God promises that "whosoever will" may come and receive His Son. But this period of grace will not go on indefinitely. We are even now living on borrowed time. — Billy Graham

One finds limits by pushing them. — Herbert Simon

At concerts it makes me happy to see my Beliebers talking to each other because i made them family. — Justin Bieber

Signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man. — Charlotte Bronte

Long gone was the cheery welcome of the seaside hotelier, replaced by a weary nostalgia for the good old days. — Alan Gibbons

Where no visible fruit can be found, there you may be sure is no conversion. — J.C. Ryle

I closed my eyes and let a wave of heat pass over me, tingling right down into my fingertips. As my eyes flickered open I let my hands shoot out in front of me, sending a spiral of flames into a nearby tree. The entire structure caught alight and glowed grotesquely.
"Remind me never to make you angry!" A now all-too familiar voice said behind me. — Heather James